One more morning in the company of 
backyard birds, my neighbor rolls by on his 
blue motorcart, his dog alongside, passing 
through remnants of last night's rain, 
the soft hum of fat wheels on wet pavement. 

Three blocks west, a brand-new speed bump 
lays across the main street through town, 
a clumsy hurdle annoying to residents and 
visitors alike, but people drive too fast, yes, 
clearly something had to be done. 

I watch my neighbor turn the corner, shaggy
companion leashed to his wrist, the two of them 
moving at the speed of the morning, I hear the 
birds in the trees, think of all the somethings 
that never even get on the agenda.